"Gu Ji! Chen Zhiyu has been shot, she's not breathing!"
"What!?"
Engaged in a firefight with the enemy, Gu Ji suddenly heard Gao Bo's shout from behind, his face suddenly changed.
"Mr. Gong, cover me!"
"Understood!"
Under the continuous suppression by Gong Qingyong, Gu Ji fired two shots without looking back and ran to the back of the hill.
"What's the situation?"
"She was shot in the chest, the bullet is lodged in the ballistic plate, breathing has stopped, she's unconscious, but I felt a pulse. I opened her eyes, the pupil reaction is very weak."
Gao Bo quickly recounted his preliminary observations of her condition.
While speaking.
Gu Ji used two fingers of his left hand to press on Chen Zhiyu's carotid artery, while his right hand kept slapping her cheek.
"Chen Zhiyu! Chen Zhiyu!!"
He called twice, but Chen Zhiyu showed no reaction at all.
"She's in much worse shape than you and Wu Kang, the bullet is right in the center of the chest, Gao Bo, prepare for CPR!"
